Bus Report #1102

Stepped off the bus at Potrero this morning, a damp and oddly humid day, rain threatened for later.

J. and I said goodbye to fellow bus rider Gabby and we walked to the corner to cross the street. Jeff walked by - I've known him over a decade from Peet's - so we hugged and exchanged a few words before J. and I continued down the hill to our office building (she works upstairs).

At Rhode Island and 17th, an unusual sight greeted us. 

A lanky, thin coyote ambling down the bike lane near Whole Foods.

I couldn't stop watching him, though J. didn't want anything to do with the coyote, and kept her head down, and walked faster. 

We passed Smuin Ballet and I lost sight of the four-legged new neighbor. 
I hope he found his way back to his patch of green space, wherever it was.

The rest of the way to work we warned the dog walkers near the park, but none of them seemed too bothered.

Bus Report #1101

 This morning, a rainy start to the Lunar New Year.

This bus was strangely full for a Tuesday after a national holiday and for a day that is a public school holiday, but never mind. It was quiet and you had a podcast playing, Thermos of tea in hand.

At the front of the bus a girl got on wearing a beanie, a fleece jacket, and fleecy pink pajama pants - not the best outfit for the weather. She put on a mask and you thought - bizarrely- that it was not a mask at all but a beard from a costume shop. When she turned you saw that it was a mask but that her thick, long, brown hair was making it look like a beard.

At Haight, two rough-looking redfaced men got on. One laden with bags and coat layers, talking loudly to himself, and another a drowned rat who tucked himself into his seat, clutching a phone in his puffy red hands. He nodded off quickly, dropped the phone. Picked it up. Nodded off again.

You stepped off the bus at Potrero and hurried across the street and down the hill.

The rain started up again just as you passed the fire station.